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Page 219 - She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head. Two handmaids wait the throne: alike in place, But diffring far in figure and in face. Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient maid...

Page 176 - Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.

Page 188 - The language is everywhere that of men of honour, but their actions are those of knaves — a proof that he was perfectly well acquainted with human nature, and frequented what we call polite company.

Page 45 - If one religion only were allowed in England, the Government would very possibly become arbitrary ; if there were but two, the people would cut one another's throats; but as there are such a multitude, they all live happy and in peace.

Page 89 - Islands. Be this as it will, men had sailed round the world, and could destroy cities by an artificial thunder more dreadful than the real one ; but, then, they were not acquainted with the circulation of the blood, the weight of the air, the laws of motion, light, the number of our planets, &c. And a man who maintained a thesis on Aristotle's " Categories, " on the universals a parte rei, or such-like nonsense, was looked upon as a prodigy.

Page 218 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew, And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.

Page 22 - ... is both to God and man : If after all these warnings and advertisements, thou dost not turn unto the Lord with all thy heart, but forget him, who remembered thee in thy distress, and give up thyself to follow lust and vanity; surely great will be thy condemnation.

Page 207 - We must resign! heaven his great soul does claim In storms as loud as his immortal fame; His dying groans, his last breath shakes our isle, And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile: About his palace their broad roots are tost Into the air; so Romulus was lost! New Rome in such a tempest missed her king, And from obeying fell to worshipping.